fever ꩜ f.megumi

29 - mrs and mr

Y/N's POV

"Can you believe you're marrying your high school sweetheart?"

If someone had said that to me a few years ago, I would've laughed. Hard.

Me and Megumi? Married? To each other?

Back then, it felt impossible—like something too fragile to hope for. I used to think love meant wanting someone so badly it hurt... and getting hurt in return.

I used to lie awake with a heart full of what ifs and almosts. My teenage self never imagined I'd be standing here, steady, sure, and in love—with the very boy she cried over.

But people grow. They shed their fears. I'm so glad I did.

Because now, I get to marry the love of my life.

Megumi's POV

Me and Y/N? Married?

Hell yeah, my younger self would've said—grinning like an idiot.

I never blamed her for how things were. Not even once. I tried to trick myself into thinking I was fine without her. That it wasn't love, just infatuation. A phase. A fever.

But my heart knew better.

She was the ache and the cure. The one who made me feel like the world might collapse if she stepped too far away. The one who kept me up at night, just by existing too vividly in my mind. The only girl who ever made me cry—and not out of pain, but because feeling her was too much for one person.

I'm glad I walked into that room on that warm, stupidly perfect day.

I'm glad I had a fever.

Because it was always her.